Meanwhile, inside the club in one of the top offices, a man was sitting with a few people who were dressed luxuriously, discussing something when the emergency phone started ringing.
Upon hearing that it was that phone, he politely excused himself before moving farther away to answer the phone.
"What is it?" he asked nervously.
The phone was more of a hot potato. It was only used in case of emergencies and seeing that the number belonged to the guard post at the gate, he couldn't help but wonder which young master or mistress was causing trouble for them again.
Those rich pampered scions were the worst, and they had to deal with them as if they were porcelain, which was very frustrating.
[Sir, you need to go outside right now!] the other said domineering and in a rushed manner.
"What do you mean? Did those kids come back again?"
[No, the newest black cardholder has graced us. She is here!]
